I am 30 years old.<\/p>\n
I always sort of thought turning 30 would be a big deal. A watershed moment. Or, if not that, a least a little scary.<\/p>\n
It’s neither of those things. It just is.<\/p>\n
I like to think that my-non freak out has to do with the special people. No wait, that came out wrong. It has to do with the people that are special to me.<\/p>\n
Case in point:<\/p>\n
On Saturday evening, Emily threw me the greatest, most laid back and awesome birthday bbq-o-rama I’ve ever had. It was tremendous. The people that came were sort of a cross-section of my friends: high school\u00c2\u00a0 buddies, college friends, post-college-emily-and-I friends. Even a family member or two. I realized at some point that the best part of being friends with these people is that I know I could go anywhere, do anything, disappear from the planet for a while – whatever. I know they’ll all always be willing to catch up over a beer and a bratwurst and we’ll laugh eachother’s heads off.<\/p>\n
I guess what I’m saying is that 30 doesn’t scare me because 30 isn’t changing anything. With Vermont on the horizin, I’m going to move away from my friends. But I know that my friendships aren’t going anywhere.<\/p>\n
I like that a lot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am 30 years old. I always sort of thought turning 30 would be a big deal. A watershed moment. Or, if not that, a least a little scary. It’s neither of those things. It just is. I like to … Continue reading